“You don’t feel weird about all of this?” I questioned, sitting up and pressing my back against the wooden headboard, my left hand pulling the sheet up to cover my naked body. I watched as Joshua’s eyes dropped from my face to the tops of my shoulders then lower. His lips turned into a frown at the sight of my covered breasts. My nipples hardened the moment those green eyes, darkened with lust, moved back up to mine.
“Should I?” His voice was deeper than usual.
“Yes,” I answered. “Weshould. Chelsea is—”
“Dead.”
I gasped.
“For seven years now, Kay. Chelsea’s been gone. We aren’t betraying her.”
“Joshua—” I began, but was cut off by his kiss. His lips on mine had my eyes closing as a wave of pleasure moved through my entire body. My pussy clenched, desire to be filled overwhelming me.
Joshua pulled back just as I was getting revved up. He put his forehead to mine.
“Now, does that feel like something that’s wrong or shameful?”
I pushed out the air from my lungs, shaking my head. I knew what the wrong touch felt like. For a touch to be filled with disgust. I loathed that I knew that but I did. Joshua’s touch was nowhere near that at all.
“I—” I broke off, shaking my head because words became impossible to speak when Joshua’s big hand moved to cover my now aching sex.
“I can understand your guilt but Chels wouldn’t want us to refrain from living our lives.”
I sighed, knowing deep down he was right. Chelsea had the biggest heart of anyone I knew. I don’t know how she’d feel if she were alive and this was happening between Josh and I, but in her absence, I think she’d want us to be happy.
“Now that that’s out of the way,” Josh’s deep voice continued. “I want you to come with me to visit one of my properties today.”
I blinked, turning my head to stare at him, wondering what the hell he was even talking about. He’d just wrapped me up in a sex-induced haze, and now he was talking about property visits.
“One of my divisions. I need to visit and it’s going to take up a large part of my day. Come with me.” His lips were a half an inch from mine.
“Is that a question or a command?” I grinned, staring him in his sparkling eyes.
“You’ll figure that out, once we’re done with practice.”
“Wh-whoa!” I yelped when, with lightning speed, he leapt from the bed and picked me up over his shoulder. “What the hell are you doing?” I screeched.
“Just cause you woke up in my bed doesn’t mean I’m going to take it easy on you in the gym. Let’s go. We’ve got a busy day,” he growled, slapping my ass as he carried me into the guest room to change. “And don’t even think of trying to straighten your hair!” he insisted as he finally lowered me to the floor.
****
Two hours later, I found myself entering one of Townsend Real Estate’s unfinished luxury homes.
“You said this place used to be a golf course?” I questioned, looking around.
“Yes. The manmade lake was the biggest appeal for this particular piece of land. I had the architects divvy up the lots and the roads in a way that half of the homes in this section would face the lake while the other half had their backyards open out to the lake. This is one of the homes that faces the lake.”
We were standing in what would become the living room of the house, and I could see out of the huge center window. The lake was the main view and it was stunning. Whoever would become the owner of this home, would undoubtedly love it. My breathing hitched when Joshua took my hand in his. I was becoming more and more familiar with his touch, and with each instant, I grew more comfortable. Not for the first time a shockwave ran through me at feel of his skin against mine.
“Let me show you the upstairs. The view is even better up there,” he announced with radiant eyes. His excitement was palpable; his love for real estate evident. I swallowed and averted my eyes, realizing that I yearned to have him gaze at me with that type of admiration and radiance.
“This is gorgeous. How many square feet is this house?” I asked to take my mind off my own personal yearnings.
“Just over forty-two hundred. It’s one of the smaller models.” He released my hand and moved closer to the wall, stooping low. “The hell?”
I glanced down, worried. I couldn’t see anything that was the matter. But Joshua looked up and down the wall, sizing it up.
“Fuck,” he grunted.
